Movies out at that time:Rocky, Network, Young Frankenstein, (that’s FRAHNK-UHN-SHTEEN), Black Sunday, Enter the Dragon, Moonshine County Express, whose cast included Maureen McCormick (yes, Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!), Airport ’77, Citizens Band, and um, Anita, Swedish Nymphet starring “Sweden’s answer to Linda Lovelace” (at the Aztec 3). We can’t forget The Car, starring James Brolin: “Is it a phantom, a demon, or the devil himself? There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way to stop…THE CAR.”

Best of all, Michael Quintanilla covered the “Disco Beat.” This issue’s installment, “Disco people: Slick, sexy showoffs,” recounted the scene at “Hallalujah Hollywood,” a club off San Pedro, in the general vicinity of the Old San Francisco Steakhouse.

It was a “futuristic-nostalgic-tropical-art deco discotheque with an interior worth $95,000,” and “once past the multi-mirrored entrance corridor, white palm trees soon become reflections of reflections off black plexiglass walls….”

He interviewed a “foxy-looking, voguish single lady … [who] said ‘You can come here and dress like this,’ she said, in reference to the slinky black pants she was wearing, covered with a combo cutless, plunging top cape slit up to her navel, ‘and not look like a bitch. But then some people are plastic,’ she added, tossing back her Dorothy Hamill haircut.”

Of course, the staff was colorful too. One waitress recounted the scene as looking “like an orgy,” while the DJ said “We just like people to look sexy here, that attracts chicks to the studs and the studs to chicks and that’s what brings them back.”